Safeword Interrupted (The Cattail Club Book 1) Read Online Free PDF

tap her already sore bottom. “No sleeping right now, little subbie.”
    She groaned, when his fingers plucked at her sore flesh, and opened her eyes. The living room came into focus. Obviously after she’d passed out from her orgasm, he’d carried her out of the kitchen to the couch. He’d even wrapped the thin blanket around them. So this must be what aftercare is like. To wake up feeling protected.
    “That’s it, come back to me. All is forgiven - and I have a full day of adventures planned for us.” His voice was soft, as if he were coaxing a skittish horse back on the farm.
    But she was no horse, she thought. If she wanted to stay curled up on his lap until the cows came home, she would. “But I'm on vacation.” She shifted away from the painful pinch her words brought. She didn't know where he got his technique from but he could do a baker proud.
    He nipped at her ear. “I promise I'll make it worth your while.” He gentled his touch. “I had the resort chef pack us a lunch.”
    “But...” She tried to sit up, but found herself trapped by his arms. In the late morning sun, his dark hair glimmered while his lips looked bruised. A five o’clock shadow covered his jaw. Evidently he’d given up shaving for the remainder of their vacation. But how the hell could he look so sexy, when she was certain she was a mess? She could only imagine what she looked like. Her hair had to be a tangle, and the light mascara she'd applied after her shower had to have run all over her face.
    “No buts. For the duration of this next week, you agreed to be mine.” He tweaked her nose. “And Master wants to go play in the sun with his new subbie.”
    Her eyes widened as the possibilities his words wrought ran through her mind. “But I'm not into exhibitionism, Deacon.”
    Leaning back, he sighed. “Do I need to remind you that you agreed to let me be in charge? And that I would never do anything to humiliate you?”
    She nibbled on her lower lip, immediately chastised by his reminder. Despite everything, Deacon was her best friend. He would never do anything to harm her. Make her ass sting - yes, but true harm - no. “Blame it on the fuzziness, Sir.” She tried to move away. “I'll do better.”
    He rubbed his thumb over her lower lip. “Of course you will. I expect nothing less from my little over-achiever.”
    She giggled. “That's me. Always wanting to be the best.”
    “That you are.” He slowly pushed the blanket off her shoulders. “Now, I want to see how well you can follow instructions. Go to the bedroom. I want you to pick out two swimsuits...”
    When she looked at him weird, he chuckled. “I know you. You're a clotheshorse. You probably have no less than six suits with you. Pick your two favorites and lay them out for me. I will pick out the one I want to see you in for our ride to the beach.”
    “Yes, Sir.” She moved as if to rise, but stopped when he wrapped his hands around her waist.
    “Once you’ve done that, I want you to present yourself in the center of the bed. Do you remember my requirements?” His azure blue eyes studied her intently.
    Her heart began to pound faster. “Yes, Sir. On my knees with my legs spread shoulder width apart and my hands palm up on my knees.”
    He nodded. “And?”
    She caught her breath, but managed to keep her voice steady. “I'm to be naked so you can examine your property.”
    He pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Correct.” He lifted her to her feet, the blanket around them falling to the floor as he surged off the couch, his pants unfastened. The open zipper framed his dark pubes, and the top half of his dick teased her. Even flaccid, he was thick, and she could see dried smears of cum on his skin.
    Something important nagged at the back of her mind, but a sharp rap on her bare ass had her scurrying toward the bedroom. Her poor abused bottom couldn't take any more punishment today.
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    Deacon raked his fingers through his hair as the bedroom door